CHAPTER 29: His Fingers, My Secret

ISABELLA

This has to be a dream. A wild, reckless, impossible dream. Damian cold, cruel Damian just kissed me. Softly. Gently. As if I mattered.

Before I could even process it, he lifted me off my feet like I weighed nothing and carried me into the bathroom. The bathtub was already filled with war...

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